Easter: a holiday I don’t really know what to do with. I don’t believe in Jesus, I don’t have kids. Since my first Easter away from home, it’s been a day where I feel like I should do something, but I don’t really know what.
The Easters of my youth were classic: dying eggs, a basket from the Easter Bunny, egg hunts, church, a fancy spring dress, Easter dinner with roast beef. In college, most Easters were spent rehearsing for plays, which always opened around beginning-mid April. The most I celebrated was by giving up something for Lent. Not for religious reasons, but to see if I could handle the challenge. I successful refrained from meat, corn syrup, eating outside the meal plan, each for a string of 40 days. Last year I went to a Passover Seder. This year, I’ve decided to celebrate spring. That’s something I can fully get behind. It’s a glorious day and there are flowers everywhere.
Tulips at Columbus Circle
Cherry blossoms on Fifth Avenue
Tulips and street art on Park Avenue
Tulips in Washington Square Park
Tulips and my shadow: am I making a peace sign or a bunny shadow puppet? Your call!
Can you tell tulips are my favorite (gentlemen callers, take note)? Now I’m off to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Happy Easter! How do you celebrate?
